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life's reverses.
But wi' een sparklin' tenderness, earnest and bland,
As he held in his ain her saft, willin' wee hand;
He asked her to brighten his heart an' his ha',
To let him say wifie—name dearest o' a';
On life's journey to draw her close, close to his side,
To be her companion, protector, an' guide.
An' when wi' a blush that the rose micht weel shame,
She modestly owned to an equal love flame,
Aw candidly said, wi' her een fu' o' tears,
Unscruplin' she'd trust him the lave o' life's years,
He pressed on her honest an' love-lighted brow
A kiss, fervent seal o" her bliss-givin' vow.
******
Words canna reveal a' the joys o' the day
That beheld Jessie Lee in her bridal array;
Throughout a' the district, in cot far an' near,
The inmates partook o' a liberal cheer;
An' wi' bosoms warm swellin' wi' thanks, an' wi' pride,
Roosed and toasted the squire an' his beautifu' bride.
An' how high in her husband's mind rose the fair Jess,
Clad in simple, an' snaw white, but jewelless dress,
For only her lord's weddin' gift did she wear—
A string o' pure pearls on a bosom as fair.
"My heart wouldna' gie me," she smilingly said,
"On baubles to spend what would gie bodies bread;
Kind nature supplies me wi' a' I desire,
This dewy fresh bouquet, an' fragrant rose tiar."
An' truly the flowers wreathed amid her dark hair
Looked mair sweet on her broo' than would gems hae done there.
As he held in his ain her saft, willin' wee hand;
He asked her to brighten his heart an' his ha',
To let him say wifie—name dearest o' a';
On life's journey to draw her close, close to his side,
To be her companion, protector, an' guide.
An' when wi' a blush that the rose micht weel shame,
She modestly owned to an equal love flame,
Aw candidly said, wi' her een fu' o' tears,
Unscruplin' she'd trust him the lave o' life's years,
He pressed on her honest an' love-lighted brow
A kiss, fervent seal o" her bliss-givin' vow.
******
Words canna reveal a' the joys o' the day
That beheld Jessie Lee in her bridal array;
Throughout a' the district, in cot far an' near,
The inmates partook o' a liberal cheer;
An' wi' bosoms warm swellin' wi' thanks, an' wi' pride,
Roosed and toasted the squire an' his beautifu' bride.
An' how high in her husband's mind rose the fair Jess,
Clad in simple, an' snaw white, but jewelless dress,
For only her lord's weddin' gift did she wear—
A string o' pure pearls on a bosom as fair.
"My heart wouldna' gie me," she smilingly said,
"On baubles to spend what would gie bodies bread;
Kind nature supplies me wi' a' I desire,
This dewy fresh bouquet, an' fragrant rose tiar."
An' truly the flowers wreathed amid her dark hair
Looked mair sweet on her broo' than would gems hae done there.
